OR, LANGUAGE OF FLOWEFS. 217 
He should have been raised 
Where the worthless have stood. 
His genius was great, 
Replete was his mind 
With greatest of thoughts 
To enrich human kind. 
Like the Primrose conceal’d 
Among the green grass, 
From this life unhonour’d, 
To the cold grave he pass’d. 
But the wealthy and foolish 
They lifted up high, 
And crown’d them with laurels 
Till called to die. 
O wretched humanity, 
Red gold is thy lure, 
Which tempts thee great talent 
To despise and obscure! 
Philosophers and Schoolmen, 
Come, gather rich dowers, 
On the tomb of great genius, 
Throw them in showers! 
Gu. 
.Evening Primrose is the symbol of In¬ 
constancy, the twin brother of unfaithful¬ 
ness, the perturber of the mind, and the 
breaker of hearts. 0 inconstancy, thou. 
